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Tuesday, June 5, 2007 (Continued)
Over the dinner table, with the Faraday cage activated, we first discussed whether we still wanted to go to war.
My enthusiasm for the idea was even stronger now, because I loved the idea of me being able to use much of the $216 billion to develop an incredible science lab when I was ready to do that. That'd take a few years, but it could take about the same time to drag the Government all the way through the courts to force it to pay for breaching its agreement with us. That timing would work out quite nicely, assuming the Ninnies' exorcism doesn't send me back to Hell in the meanwhile. Not even one of my toenails had been sent there thus far, so I was probably safe to dream about the breakthroughs that my lab could produce. Prof had used getting to Alpha Centauri as an example, but even just a practical way of getting around our own solar system would have PROFOUND consequences for the human race.
Everyone agreed that the UAV had to go, and using it to attack ourselves was unanimously thought to be a great idea, as it'd get rid of the UAV, embarrass the Government enormously, and it should make us incredibly rich. The most important decision was really how aggressive we should be after that. We could just call the Government bad names in a press conference, or we could go to war, or somewhere in between.
Julia, Carol, Donna and Dad were enthusiastic over my causing mayhem. Prof and Vanessa were more cautious and logical, their motivation being intellectual. You can probably imagine what Mom felt about my going to war, but she did agree with the necessity of forcing the Government to get its nose out of our business.
We didn't hurry the conversation, as starting a war isn't the sort of thing that you want to change your mind about afterward.
If all we wanted was to get rid of the UAV and have a shot at getting a truly insane amount of money, that could be achieved easily. Apart from the dramatic crash itself, the process to be gone through to get the money would be a fairly simple and boring: The UAV would crash, we'd hold yet another press conference where we'd show the TV cameras the wreck and all the evidence we'd accumulated so the entire country would know that the Government had been spying on us, and we'd make "We're outraged!"-type comments. Then we'd send the Government a bill for $216 billion. Assuming it didn't respond by saying, "You're right, we're sorry, here's your check," we'd then sue them for it.
What we were most concerned about was that the Government obviously wasn't letting financial risk restrain its actions. The FBI had been using multiple surveillance methods in the full knowledge that they were risking discovery, and they hadn't been scared off. If the risk of losing $216 billion hadn't stopped them before, it seemed likely that even when they were embroiled in a lawsuit for that amount, it wouldn't stop them risking it again. They might even increase their surveillance efforts in an attempt to catch us out in some way that would let them defend themselves from the lawsuit by showing that spying on us had been necessary. If all we did was crash the UAV and hold press conferences, the only 'improvement' we could realistically hope for from the FBI was that they became sneakier. We needed to do something to provide them with a much greater disincentive than losing the taxpayers' money.
We also worried that the FBI's continuing to spy on us despite being exposed several times might indicate a level of determination that was irrational. If we put pressure on them they might irrationally respond in some very aggressive way, such as by planting false evidence on us to prove that we were a threat to national security, drug traffickers, terrorists, or whatever. Once we were 'caught' like that, we'd be prosecuted, which could send us way up shit creek. It was too easy to imagine that exposing the UAV operation and taking the FBI to court could result in them defending themselves this way. Putting pressure on them from another direction, which my idea did, would reduce this risk considerably.
Complicating the issue was that we didn't know for a fact that the UAV was acting for the FBI. The only indication of that was the timing of its appearance being concurrent with other activities known to be FBI. That's why my idea had two stages, because the first stage was to find out for sure which organization was responsible for the UAV spying on us. Only then could Stage Two be used against the culprits. Given the nature of my suggested Stage Two, the results of Stage One had to be publicly known and accepted first.
I could follow the UAV back to Beale AFB, snoop the base thoroughly, getting leads from whatever I found, track those leads down, etc., until I had found everything there was to find. One worry was that such evidence wouldn't be convincing. I doubted, for example, that there were any documents that ordered "Surveil the Andersons." They probably used code names for everything, and had doubtless thought of other safety measures. Majestic Countdown's snooping effectiveness had made the Government very cautious about their documents, and it had to be doubly so when its documents were about us given that Maj had leaked about and for us before, so there wasn't much chance of finding a "smoking gun" type of document.
Another worry was that doing it that way was what Archangel Michael would do. The Guardian Angel was a different creature and it should perform in much more direct, dramatic ways. It was a good idea for the Guardian Angel to be dramatic, because that made future openly dramatic actions more acceptable. Everyone would know that was the Guardian Angel's modus operandi. So the plan wasn't for me to search for evidence of the FBI's involvement. The plan was to 'encourage' the Air Force to announce who was responsible for their UAV being where it was. It was how we supplied that encouragement that we had to think about carefully.
People react badly when on the receiving end of forceful encouragement, so one of the consequences of our going down that road was that we'd better go down several other roads, i.e., we couldn't remain at home. It was difficult to imagine that the Government wouldn't come swarming all over our home when the encouragement started. Their getting their hands on us too early would be bad enough, but their discovering that I was elsewhere would be extremely bad, so the families were going to go on the lam, to stay hidden until the Government had accumulated so many lessons from the Guardian Angel that it'd have to call "Uncle". Whether "Sam" or not, we didn't care, just so long as they took so much damage that they named who the UAV was working for. A sufficiently strong application of force now would also serve as an extremely good lesson to discourage the Government from pissing off the Guardian Angel in the future.
There was virtually no risk to anyone in my crashing the UAV, or in my families hiding out when I was inflicting my lessons on the Government. The risk started when we reappeared, so that's what we discussed the most. We took guesses at what harmful actions the Government might try to take, and what we could do to counter them. We controlled when we would reappear and the method of our reappearance, which gave us a great deal of flexibility. Ideally we'd like to return in time for the kids to take our exams. I didn't think that mattered much, as we should have the Government on the ropes so much that if we missed the exams we could tell the Government we wanted A+ recorded as our grades for every exam, but I didn't say that out loud as the parents wanted the girls to study hard between now and exam time, and it'd give the girls something to do while I was out fighting the war for us.
We weren't trying to solve every potential reappearance problem now, because we'd have nearly a week to think through those issues. We were concentrating on trying to think of anything that ruined the plan entirely.
By the end of dinner, no one had come up with something that bad. We agreed that meant the plan was a goer.
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